Lyrics:
the win when you're trying but lose
Yet I admire the blues. It wired the views I go by
Difference is I'm living more leveled than my old mind
Slow grind's
thinks y’all are trying to dearly depart me I’m just trying to end where the start be Might get high till I’m scared of my heart beat Smoke shit that’ll
Momma Ima dope dealer
I'm trying to push this crack through your phone speaker
Im all around the world trying to see this pay
Please tell her not
the morning it's gon' double by the evening
Whoa, Home team winning this the season
We came to beat the odds, we ain't come to break even
myself and home
Summers of stick up nights selling pills by the roll
I only wanted to survive I was barely swimming
They disappear like magicians
Wut's yo profession nigga
Im just trying to feed my city like a soup kitchen
Trying to turn the hood to homes fuck i look like stuntin roof missin
out
Pick my lil brother up from the east
Label keep calling me
Trying get involved wit me
Pops told me keep going son u a Beast
Run that shit up never
Roll up a Porto blunt now I'm halfway back home
Plug your headphones in your phone
And sit back, this is my truth to each is own
Leave me alone
It's that 9 0 like a summer morning in Phoenix
Where I was either "Valley Metroing" or walking like Jesus
& I swear to god I heard like every youtube
could tell by her moaning
In the morning in the morning
I know things could get all crazy
But you made it from the hating
I know, I know
Girl you
I woke up this morning with time on my mind
Much of it's lost but there's more to go find
Why should I steal it when all of it's mine
Don't even lie
of alcohol
For the cold walk home, gotta work in the morning
It's a moonless night, it's an omen it's a warning
This is my life and I'm gonna sing about it
misplaced all their thanks
Everything I look at
Is visited by footprints
Nothing is my own
Even in the morning
Someone's beat me to that stone
The skin of my
wait to get high every morning
While I hide in the corner trying to masturbate
Mom was on the line, renee declined
Was pissed at her, my madness elevates
list is crossed off
The fit made its debut at the crosswalk
And I got all the juice to make all these cars honk
The former lost cause gettin' eyed by
take up their whole face
There's a dark cloud
Passing over me
See the light
Hopefully
Is there hope for me?
Got the devil in my ear trying to take over
a night
I ain't these other niggas, cause these niggas is fake
They ain't popping shot, these niggas is Papa Doc
If I ain't meant to shine, beat me up in
plus AA, back to church, had early morning worship and listened
To the word three times a day
Worked out at home, applied for that new full-time position
shit was gone by the next morning
Young wild nigga runnin' with me
Homicide wasn't nothing to us
Dead body wasn't nothin' to see
That pistol play was
to get keys
At fifteen, I was full-grown
Get wrong, get bust on
My uncle gave me a bunch of work
And that shit was gone by the next morning
Young wild
shit was gone by the next morning
Young wild nigga runnin' with me
Homicide wasn't nothing to us
Dead body wasn't nothin' to see
That pistol play was
we were about to lose the house that we stayed in
I was trying to be a rapper, we could've moved in my parents basement but couldn't bring you
Really
A stork arrived on our front porch, early in the morning with a baby boo
There's a reason it pushed my limits, reaching my potential, guess it saved
Escape, gotta get away
I need a break, gotta get away
I left my house this morning
On my way to work
Some lady on the train spilled
Coffee on my
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